Chapter 1175: 1175 Second part of the final chapter

- Someone's heart whines -

I knew the truth, but at that point I didn't envision such an end. I didn't mean to do this.

Someone would have wondered if it wasn't for me that some of the press were obsessed with Kate.

Here's the truth. Because Kate got tangled up in herself, murdered reporters who had come to the truth, turned them into clones, applied mind control, and let them stick.

When I hear that story, when it comes to solving the mystery that the mass trash guys were hanging on to Kate, I'm a no. I'm not convinced. I kept having big questions. Looks like the guy in law convinced me.

The fundamental question is. In the first place, how could the mass trash people have followed Kate with their eyes open before she was killed and could be called a clone? I guess this is because Kate had something to attract me to as a story after all, huh? Chicken or egg, which one at first? I don't know about that, but it's got to be somewhere at first, right?

Back to shaking it out here. Ask again.How many mass garbage pieces were attracted to Kate and she went back to shaking it out, trying to expose it. Eventually I went back to that question. Well, what's the answer to that?

Finally, they were excellent sniffers.

In general, I felt a frigid smell in someone named Kate Van Dam, who was treated like a Virgin. I knew by instinct that I was a hypocrite in the Virgin's mask. I could see a monster in my stomach.

That's why the reporter's sense of smell was attracted to the stench of Kate's soul, exploring her neighborhood, and so many had come to the truth.

So, here's the problem again. What is hypocrisy in the first place - what is a hypocrite?

There is a rare saying that it is hypocrisy to do it rather than good to not do it, but that is a breakwater to being treated as a hypocrite, and it is only ironic. Good would be good.

When I was a student, it was obviously an extension of my fashion mood that my friend volunteered for an earthquake-affected area overseas, but that volunteer was nevertheless helpful. Companies assisting the earthquake-affected areas would also have had publicity purposes, but aid supplies nevertheless served a great deal. Whatever the impure motive, good deeds are good deeds.

It seems to me that hypocrisy is when you behave like a good person or act like a good deed, and you don't actually produce any good results. Alternatively, evil works on the one hand, and good deeds are camouflage and evil deeds are fate.

The latter hypocrite is an unquestionable evil. On the other hand, for promotional purposes and to a degree of self-satisfaction, it cannot be called very evil, and it does not fall into the latter category. I think it's okay to have that level of understatement. I am.

Now, in Kate Van Damme's case, she was, to her husband, Cornelis Van Damme, a traitor hypocrite. He was a hypocrite who exploited his existence after taking the lives of those who sniffed around him. I mean, he was a bad guy.

While it breaks my heart to be aware of it, that woman was definitely drunk looking at herself as a heroine of tragedy. That's what I felt in my remarks.

But Kate, you're still a woman. That's a typical stupid bitch, too. Because I blindly believe in my unsolicited love, I decided on my own that they would too. And...... I was wrong about the nature of a man named Cornelis Van Damme. Even I've never seen you before, but I don't know you with your skin on top of it.

Cornelis Van Damme is not turned down by psychopaths or anything like that, as the world says. He's a choi bad guy who can't be a very bad guy, attracted to the goodness of people's minds. And because he was a choi bad man himself, his own companion had to be a sober goddess who could forgive his attention.

Kate Van Damme, you didn't get it. I hadn't seen my husband's heart. I was just watching it in my own image.

Kate is both a bad man and a good man. You've been working on people's consciences. Believe in Van Damme's conscience, she was the bad girl who used it. He was a good man who believed in a theory of goodness over a theory of sexuality, and at the same time a bad man who used those who believed in sexuality.

Kate wanted her husband to soak up in front of us because he loved her deeply, even if he knew the truth or if he was known to be a traitor, he would forgive himself. I can always say that in grandeur. You're a good old lady with a big, honey-picked head. There's too many bugs and bug spit runs.

I was frightened that it would be Kate's only one-sided assumption. That time, when I heard that dialogue, I wanted to switch on the ruin. If I hadn't thrown up that dialogue, I wouldn't have done anything to end it.

That's what I thought I wanted this hypocrite full of idiots to remind me of my mistakes and to taste despair and fear and die. Besides, that's easy to do, right? Sora would have to do it already -

For Cornelis Van Damme, his wife Kate had to be just like an angel or a goddess or a Virgin. There's no way I can forgive you for knowing that - it was actually the devil. I love you deeply and strongly, but I cannot forgive you and I will not forgive you. Van Damme is such a man. Even if I hadn't met him, I'd have figured it out easily just the figures I'd be listening to. I'm a novelist.

And I just pushed one switch, and I knew it would end this way. I'm sure of it. I was convinced I could end up like that. I'm a novelist.

By the way - this story is about the perception of Kate Van Damme, the hypocrite and bad guy, that I, on the side of justice, succeeded - is that the kind of och? I don't feel that way at all, but that's what happens when you just see the results, right?

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Rewind time for about a day. before Kate Van Damme's obituary could be passed on to the whole world.

"Ugh... Ugh... Ugh..."

After shooting the gun, Van Damme had been nagging and leaking a whimper for a while, but eventually, as he had decided, he saw his wife.

"Now... the Virgin Kate is dead. The goddess in me is dead, too."

……

There were bullet marks on the wall on Kate's dorsal side, nestled in silence. Much further away from Kate.

"Are you kidding me for not taking my life? Fine, but first ask me why."

Van Dam talking in tears. The voice was not the usual spare sound, but a feeling of plunder with a mixture of crying.

"I will not forgive you. You deceived me and betrayed me. I can't forgive you. But I can handle it. My feelings didn't disappear."

To her husband's words, Kate's eyes make me cry again.

"And. I don't know who it is, but I intuited that someone had some discernment of my personality and tried to manipulate me to kill you. At the point of suddenly sending this information directly to me, I just think so. From whoever came to me with this information, I feel a nasty malice in my tongue. I meant to kill you, but just before I could focus on the trigger, I realized that some of them existed, and I thought to myself. Is that what makes him dance? Does he ever get what he wants? Do you... have any idea who did this?

Asked by Van Damme, Kate remembers Shizuku and the dog owner again, but doesn't seem very much like them. I don't want to doubt it.

"You treat me like I'm socially dead."

Van Damme told him in a tone he wouldn't let him say yes or no. The tone of my voice was changing. It's not a tear, it's not emotional.

"You're not a Virgin or anything. She's just a coward and a liar. Bug spit runs, such as such a woman continues to be treated like a Virgin in the world. I can't forgive you for saying no. Besides... I don't know who you are, but if you're alive, you could be targeted again, and your evil deeds could be torn apart by the public. Let's at least say to the public that he ended his life with a beautiful and sober existence. Plus... to give this data to whoever sent it to me, sooner or later."

Van Damme speaking in a tearful, badly chilled tone. I felt an unprecedented amount of cold anger that Kate had never seen before. I could see such a vigeon, like an ice column that would freeze completely just by touching it, standing in front of me.

"If you have no feelings for me at all, if you don't feel slightly guilty for me, you don't have to follow my instructions, etc. I won't stop either. I will not be forced to imprison you. I won't hurt you either. Leave me and keep faking the Virgin as long as you like. But if you have any feelings for me, I want you to be dead, withdraw from the role of a false Virgin, and live quietly as my… just my wife."

Listening to Van Dam's demands, Kate proceeds to Van Dam with a flurry and unreliable foothold.

"Sorry Nasai...... you...... ever Zut...... I..."

Van Damme held Kate's body tight as she cried. The answer is out.

"You've been hard too... But now I don't have to feel any harder. Wouldn't you?

As Van Damme whispered softly in her ear, Kate cried as if she had cut a weir.

Van Damme reminds me of a fuss. Have a birthday conversation during this time. What Kate told me when I saw it as sacred on my own and acted differently from my ideals, I would have trouble getting angry or losing sight of them.

(I have to thank you. Someone sent me this information. Thanks to this, we were able to bond with a true couple and unlock the shackles of Kate's heart as well. But... could you have predicted what would happen? I don't know your face or your name, you malicious man. Didn't you see it wrong? Sooner or later, I'll look for you and give you what you deserve, so be prepared. I appreciate it, but I don't condone it)

Aware of someone who had delivered a gift of malice to herself, Van Damme rolled his anger and fighting spirit and vowed to attack back, speaking without speaking to her voice.

Let's play with a bang that looks like 34 people. End of story

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